"And so I have brought this pint for him--a proper Irish pint, from Ireland. This pint--brought through the sky, and over the sea. I am finally buying my old man a good pint of Guinness. As I walk through the door, holding the glass--kids throwing themselves at me, one already crying--I hold it out to Dadda, and tell him to sip it. He tears the cling film off--looking at me, confused--and then takes a sip. "Christ. That's flat," he says." --